This ballad was communicated to the Editor by Mr. Hamilton, Music-seller, Edinburgh, with whose mother it had been a favourite. Two verses and one line were wanting, which are here supplied from a different Ballad, having a plot somewhat similar. These verses are the 6th and 9th.

PROUD LADY MARGARET

'Twas on a night, an evening bright
When the dew began to fa',
Lady Margaret was walking up and down,
Looking o'er her castle wa'.

She looked east, and she looked west,
To see what she could spy,
When a gallant knight came in her sight,
And to the gate drew nigh.

"You seem to be no gentleman,
You wear your boots so wide;
But you seem to be some cunning hunter,
You wear the horn so syde." -*

"I am no cunning hunter," he said,
"Nor ne'er intend to be;
But I am come to this castle
To seek the love of thee;
And if you do not grant me love,
This night for thee I'll die." -

"If you should die for me, sir knight,
There's few for you will mane,
For mony a better has died for me,
Whose graves are growing green.

"Now what is the flower, the ae first flower,
Springs either on moor or dale;
And what is the bird, the bonnie bonnie bird,
Sings on the evenings gale?" -

"The primrose is the ae first flower
Springs either on moor or dale;
And the thistlecock is the bonniest bird,
Sings on the evening gale." -

"But what's the little coin," she said,
"Wald by my castle bound?
And what's the little boat," she said,
"Can sail the world all round?" -

"O hey, how many small pennies
Make thrice three thousand pound?
Or hey, how many small fishes
Swin a' the salt sea round?" -

"I think ye maun be my match," she said,
"My match and something mair,
You are the first e'er got the grant
Of love frae my father's heir.

"My father was lord of nine castles,
My mother lady of three;
My father was lord of nine castles,
And there's nane to heir but me.

"And round about a' thae castles,
You may baith plow and saw,
And on the fifteenth day of May
The meadows they will maw." -

"O hald your tongue, Lady Margaret," he said,
"For loud I hear you lie!
Your father was lord of nine castles,
Your mother was lady of three;
Your father was lord of nine castles,
But ye fa' heir to but three.

"And round about a' thae castles,
You may baith plow and saw;
But on the fifteenth day of May
The meadows will not maw.

"For the wee worms are my bedfellows,
And cauld clay is my sheets;
And when the stormy winds do blow,
My body lies and sleeps."***

*Syde - Long or low.
**Alluding to the custom of washing and dressing dead bodies.
*** In Mr. Buchan's collection, vol i.,p. 31, there is a north country edition of this ballad, under the title of "The Courteous Knight." His is, as usual, a coarse and vulgar version; but it contains many more stanzas than that in the text; and the knight's farewell speech runs into an edifying lecture on his sister's vanity of dress: e.g.

"My body's buried in Dunfermline,
And far beyont the sea,
But day nor night nae rest could get
All for the pride o' thee:

"When ye are in the gude kirk set,
The gowd pins in your hair,
Ye tak mair delight in your feckless dress
Than ye do in the morning prayer." &c. - ED.

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